Looks into; what
Goes into, the food
Of Britain
Its well worth a view.'
Britishness was fairness
Not bothered about race
Jokes that didn’t careless
taken with good grace
We didn’t take it serious
religion got a drilling
there were no inferiors
when there was derision
everything was personal
no grouping in together
words were never worst of all
a bantering endeavour
people got all sensitive
they were not integrated
it would have prevented it
now all we hear is hatred
accusations and censorship
from humour and free will
well I say you should get a grip
we don’t care how you feel
Imported with these people
a way that is not ours
deport yourself it’s simple
if words are giving scars
we don’t need to make the great
let’s make Great Britain British
it takes care to discriminate
you’re the victim of your image
Opportunities arise,
A better life -
A chance at being treated like a human being
A fresh start
Advertisements displayed -
A new life awaits
Joy, excitement?
Behind the scenes - false promises,
Broken agreements,
Signed without sight -
Just sinister smiles,
And deceitful handshake
Lies of change becomes a campaign poster
A guise to prey on innocent black families
A dirty dance with the devils themselves -
The British government,
Filled with the corrupt who deceive minorities
The windrush generation -
Given the most dangerous jobs,
With no guarantee of protection
Rights a foreign concept
Re-building a country with the promise of acceptance
A temporary job, with the hope of permanent employment
No citizenship or wages -
Just broken hope and disappointment
Treated as disposable,
Left with no options
Used and abused, injected with embarrassment
Then publicly shamed - calling us ‘dangerous’ and ‘illegal’
A country we built, but are treated like intruders
They excused our mistreatment for the reason -
That we are just slaves not people
The online harms act..Is overpreforming currently, ute Rumble and I guess other free expression platforms or channels, will not allow content viewing
From the U K, due to the horrible ofcom
Enforcer unit, of the totalitarian government 'for the time insitu' it may now
Be that poetry soup, shall turn out my only
Channel to gauge world events, anx to interact with world events.' This is a grim and sobering epoch..' A band of ideaoligical dwarfs has hands on control
And command structures, and has chosen
To nose dive the whole country.'
#starmerchristmascarol
Happy holidays to all...' Well all the well
Heeled anyway (mr starmer!)
Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy
'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.
Ashby v White, if applied right.' With the script i do not
Comply' at the ballot will belie.) Remove misogeny from
On high..Why choose to be opressed? Once this reality
Is addressed.' Other lands should follow suit? Then your
Fate will not be moot.' (The no longer to be trusted)
Shall then really find they're busted.' So be ready from this
Day give them the boot.' Send them on their un-merry way.!
Oh farage do give it a rest..' at last things are more quiet
Yet you have to beat your chest.' How much did you cost?
Who has paid your price.? You turned your back and are
Part of the pack..While Tommy is stuck; in the jaws; of their
Vice..I ask you hold that thought for a moment..If its a
Thing you can do? Or lock yourself in a small toilet for just
A fortnight or two..Maybe by the time you come out? there
Will be peace 'at least in ukraine' and Britain will be spared
Your iniquity? That way all sides get much gain.'
Come her! Go there!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Do this! Do that!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Eat seed! Find nut!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Have chicks! Make fat!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Through twig! Through leaf!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
My song! I sing!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
On wing! On foot!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
It must be Spring!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
I wonder.
I wonder what will happen when
all the English dictionaries are burnt
and Shakespeare is abolished
as FAR RIGHT and Racist,
and when the Beatles are
vilified for 'She Loves You'
when it should have
been 'they them love you'.
When the battle of Britain
Begs an unreserved apology.
When the British inventions
Are cast aside as imperial luck
When Europe forgets as the Russians
Have, who saved them in WW2
When people are imprisoned for
Love of these islands and free
Speech is abolished and punished
But this horror won’t happen tomorrow
No, not tomorrow, or the day after
But don’t feel reassured or complacent
Because they arrived months ago
And we all must be ready to pay.
David Cox 02/02/25
On Englands streets its people gather in ones twos
Threes in their thousands for this matter.' To stand and
March to celebrate the very essence that made their country great.' There will be burghers plumbers tailors and
Farmers; surveyors councillors barbers, and no harmers
Ex police and soldiers too.' Professors lecturers and maybe you? Clever and not so ( inclusion at its finest) many
British and united' soldiers may have died to achieve none the less.' Such
Sacrifice will guide them on' to teach, care; to nuture and they will be their
Finest.' They will many songs, words of hope no doubt will ring, may tomorrow be
Pleasant with great purpose at this big London gathering.!
Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
suddenly a commotion
a score of gulls screaming
wings flapping, gliding, wheeling
then within half a minute
away into the sky behind the houses
what and why I asked myself
but found no answer, as usual
a pattern of small copses
gaunt, unloved trees, perilously
leaning against each other
roots drowning in pools of muddy water
picture of neglect and decay
and then in their midst
a carpet of bluebells
field of sheep
field of horses
field of crows
field of cows
field of rabbits
field of wood-pigeons
field of barren apple-trees
field of bare earth
field of undrained water
field of hope
field of neglect
fields of Britain
On the cliff at the Worm’s Head
High above the horns of the bay
I see the surfers ride great waves
With horses’ manes
That ever fail, but never end
In the strong Atlantic surge
In the estuary at Dartmouth
Where the oyster boats dredge
Turning and drifting in slow shadow dance
Great nets of shells are hauled up
And poured out on to the decks
As I plunge upriver
Tacking along the wending Dart
With bent-puzzle oaks on either side
I hear a sudden hush descend
Upon a lonely river hythe
As time and air, smooth and still
Forever glide, like Mayflies
On cold, clear water
In the seaway by the port
With its unmistakable algal aroma
Of the British seashore
I hear the heavy horn of a freighter
That plies its path
And never sinks, yet ever diminishes
Beyond the waves
And far from the pier of the seaside town
Where sandpipers probe
In spiral casts
I hear the penthal call of the curlew
Like silver flourishes on a black cloud
That never moves, but holds dominion
In the cold morning air.
just like foxes they arise from dark places
they come to fight and scavenge
As they start to climb they become stronger in a pack.
the power they have goes over their heads
there's no way they'll turn back,
its a two way game
and there putting us through a test
as the rise of inflation gets higher,
were left with nothing more or less
They might be winning the race now
but they forgot
the story of the Hare and fox.
As cunning daredevils fight for greed
its The hare in the end that always succeeds.
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